As the warmth and sweetness blended, what had started as a simple intent to silence Felicia with a hint of anger suddenly took on an entirely different meaning.
It only took one second to lose control.
Stephan, who prided himself on being calm, had never experienced such a thing. The suppressed and long-hidden thoughts in his heart surged forward like unleashed beasts, tightening their grip, conquering everything in their path.
It was like that wild night.
She was utterly stunned, murmuring, "Mm... Wait!"
Her protests were, of course, futile.
It wasn't until the door to the ward was pushed open by two of his subordinates. "Mr. Russell, we got the new phone, and the SIM card has been replaced. Also, we brought some food..."
Upon seeing the scene inside the room, the two subordinates froze, their words stuck in their throats.
Huh? What was going on?
Stephan turned his head, his voice cold. "Get out!"
The two subordinates snapped out of their daze, quickly leaving the room and closing the door tightly behind them.
Felicia was speechless.
It was precisely because of this interruption that she returned to her senses. She pushed him away with all her strength, her face red as an apple.
As soon as she pushed him, a sharp pain shot through her hand. The IV needle immediately backflowed with blood, and she quickly lowered it to ease the flow.
Thankfully, the IV had finished, and she immediately pressed the call button, glaring at Stephan in frustration.
Stephan wiped his lips, which Felicia's teeth had cut.
She was ruthless.
She stood warily in the corner, her clothes intact, but she was slightly out of breath from the kiss. Her eyes, though furious, were still glistening with unshed tears, making her look more vulnerable than threatening.
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